“My name’s Dult, this is Sergeant Hoar. We’re two of the Redwatch’s finest.” Dult beamed with conviction. It did not occur to him that so few of Radasanth’s citiezens knew about the small folk, never...
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“My name’s Dult, this is Sergeant Hoar. We’re two of the Redwatch’s finest.” Dult beamed with conviction. It did not occur to him that so few of Radasanth’s citiezens knew about the small folk, never...
Make it so!
Perhaps you put out a tender in Scara Brae, and Blank sees it, gets peeved, and comes to fight. Then you have to talk me around to helping you (money works!)
Of course, good ser.
Dult and Hoar continued to eat amidst puerile jibes and jokes about seagulls. Only after ten minutes did they began to suspect they were no longer alone.
“Don’t look behind you, but I thin-“
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Arden has experience forging weapons. I think it's also a good dynamic plot for us to resolve tension from Night of Debauchery.
Seem to have settled, so a VERY tentative 'sort of back in the swing of things' from me!
Can we do dogs next year?
Hi all!
I'm moving to Cardiff tomorrow to start retraining as a mental health nurse for adults.
Expect a bit of a bump in the posting road whilst I unpack, settle in, and spend a hectic week...
I'm in!
Just Mord to go! If you have ideas for my other characters, I'm all ears.
Mouse Hole's his only magical ability - indented it to a subheading to make it clearer.
The docks on a good day smelt only like salt. On a bad day, every vice and sad story clung to your nostril hairs. Though this was their stomping ground, Hoar and Dult never quite got used to the...
Jump the Gun
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“Remains to be seen. If you feel off let me know and I can stand well clear.” Hoar had earned the nickname Geyser for all the wrong reasons. “I tried reworking the incantation after my little run in...
“Hoar and Dult, Clarissa.” The mercenary smiled at the clerk, though he knew nothing save for home time could wipe the blood-boiling scowl off the mole’s face.
Clarissa, without looking up,...
The owls at the front, who always got the best job of sitting on top of tall shit and doing bugger all whooped and clapped sarcastically. Dult gave them the obligatory daggers and slipped out of his...
The Watch House nearest the Senate recently became Radasanth’s policing headquarters. There were nine in all, spread out equidistant across the city. Dult and many of the Redwall recruits stationed...
The over world changed a mouse. As soon as he stood outside, Dult became reposed; he stood taller, and tried not to look like he was afraid. The quaint backwater gossip mongering of the Underlift...
“Go on! He doesn’t bite.” Much, he wanted to add, but thought better than to make himself later than he already was for a cheap joke. Jark disappeared.
Satisfied his brother was out of trouble for...
“Mornin’ Maurice!”
Maurice, hearing his name, looked up from his stoop and smiled with a singular broken fang. Dult tipped his invisible cap and hurried on.
“Keep up those lies and you’ll end...
The Underlift is less of a town, more of a series of hamlets connected by clusterfucks of crumbling brickwork and passageways. It covers a good square mile of the Citadel’s foundations, built long...
A red headed mouse stumbled half blind down a rickety staircase, trying to remember why he was up so damned early. Whiskey fumes lingered in his wake, despite ample application of soap and talc to...
The Usual Suspects
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Dult Hewes
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“A good plan isn't one where someone wins; it's where nobody thinks they've lost.”
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